PETERS. Yes, ma'am.
(He stops playing and rejoins the group of men on the right. In the midst of a silence broken only by hushed murmurs of conversation, Doctor Stanton appears in the hall doorway. He turns to help his assistant wheel in a Fairbanks scale on castors. They place the scale against the wall immediately to the rear of the doorway. Doctor Simms adjusts it to a perfect balance.)
DOCTOR STANTON (takes a pencil from his pocket and opens the record book he has in his hand). All ready, Doctor?
DOCTOR SIMMS. Just a second, sir.
(A chorus of coughs comes from the impatient crowd, and handkerchiefs are hurriedly produced to shield mouths.)
MURRAY (with a nervous smile). Well, we're all set. Here's hoping!
EILEEN. You'll gain, I'm sure you will. You look so well.
MURRAY. Oh—I—I wasn't thinking of myself, I'm a sure thing. I was betting on you. I've simply got to gain to-day, when so much depends on it.
EILEEN. Yes, I hope you—— (She falters brokenly and turns away from him.)
DOCTOR SIMMS (straightening up). All ready, Doctor?